Off-putting skunked cabbage waft camouflages analogous dead grass odor of dreary pale-cleared pearly-headed dry-bodied lightweight. Sweet creamed corn entry demeaned by soapy lemon-fizzed cereal-oats dankness to thin butterscotch finish, turning disturbingly metallic.

Golden amber traditional lager celebrates one century of brewing with simple caramel-butterscotch conflux overriding shallow sour mash depth, but unmemorable finish defeats nostalgic whim.

Soft textured pale-bodied honey lager brings barley-roasted wheat biscuit sweetening to mildly hopped finish, slowly souring to washed out aftertaste.

Clear pale-bodied soft-toned lager allows astringent barleycorn dankness and austere honey malt complacency to ruin economical sour wheat dryness. Moderate herbal hop bitterness falls short by shallow nut finish.

Ghostly pale fuliginous brew mired by swampy malt-hop putrefaction, skunked sourdough aroma, and misplaced licorice notes to dirty water finish. Juicy lemon drop tartness, distant grapefruit-tangerine tang, and buttery wheat bottom dissolved by phenol astringency.

Insipid light-bodied pale-strawed floral-citric lager reminiscent of flaccid German weiss. Muted lemon-candied entry deadened by cereal-grained corn musk that evaporates to fizzy, washed out, pale-malted finish. Delicately inessential.

Simple grain flow and fizzy carbonation embellish light fruity pleasantries. But slight sweet finish and dry malt undercurrent lack firm resilience, dropping this to average macrobrew status.

Bland bottle conditioned ruddy-hazed Vienna lager lacks advertised seasonal spicing, settling for off-dry musty orange listlessness. Flat tea-like midst enjoins mildewed cellar dankness.

Archetypal pale-bodied Eastern Euro lager drops murky malt sourness into white-breaded dry yeast midst before diacetyl fizz encumbers sweet wheat discretion.

Effervescently-hopped pale lager with bleary sweet malt tedium relegated to average blue collar status. Due to lack of originality, the most appealing characteristic of this bottled lager is its Three Stooges label and the black tee-shirt I received. Serve to indiscriminant Bud fans.

Easygoing barley-hop mesh, softly-textured doughy rye flow, and yellow-fruited wisp of golden medium body compares convincingly to Rolling Rock, yet it’s a tad richer.

Skunky odor gives way to flaccid sour malts and buttery yeast. Paltry hop continuance persists to uninvolved finish. Nothing special, but cheaply priced.